Spent comet (A Crown Unpopular)

Spent comet
(A Crown Unpopular)
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Spent comet
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       I am that ember — I, that dimming char,
       that burning goblet, melted by the drop
       of magma that cannot be self-contained,
       I, that brimming grain for scythe to lop,
       and ground by mill, incessantly refrained.

Consumptive song of nature — I, one strand,
one shaky warble, one decrepit hand
to scribble out the score for who will come,
attempt to sing my lines, and figure sum
of loathsome literary — sultry soul.

       So reckon what man-paradox enwholes,
       what cosmic seeming-gap our peg fulfills,
       what ocean monolithic swells by lives
       half-human — through the strugg'ling an'mal spills
       the current of the ego-slaying Word.

Then speak it on when doom is at the door,
when sane becomes elusive and absurd,
the more despair encroaches, so the more
must I believe in passion of the crown
that carries reputation nor renown.